Page 61 of Unlikely You

Yes.

I panted as we continued to sway to the beat, the space practically steaming between us. Her mouth parted and I wanted to bite her tongue. To taste her and consume her and devour her.

I’d never felt this way about anyone before. Ever. None of my previous crushes had even come close to touching this inferno Bren had ignited in my body.

The song changed to something with a driving beat and everything and everyone else around us melted away as Bren and I danced with each other.

I looked up and met Bren’s eyes that were a little blurry because of how close we were. If I veered even a little bit, our mouths would touch.

I wanted our mouths to touch.

Bren moved with determination and I was happy to let her hold me and set the tone, but I wanted our first kiss to be mine.

She wanted it. She wanted me. I knew that as well as I knew the pounding of my own heart.

It was easy, so easy, to use one of my hands that had wrapped around her shoulders to softly grip her chin to hold her face steady. I waited a second, so she would know what I was planning. So she could say no.

I knew she wouldn’t say no.

I inhaled a second before I pressed my lips to hers, drawing her into my lungs.

The kiss was explosive. Incinerating. You’d think a kiss would be a simple thing. Two sets of lips touching. Sometimes tongues were involved. Sometimes you had to figure things out and angle your heads so you could still breathe, and sometimes saliva was an issue or someone being too enthusiastic.

This kiss was none of those things. It wasn’t simple, and it wasn’t awkward or strange or uncomfortable.

It was the perfect kiss. As if all the stars had aligned to get my lips to touch hers. A cosmic kiss.

It certainly felt that way as stars exploded behind my eyes and her mouth engulfed mine, stealing my breath and making me ache for more.

We’d stopped dancing, giving ourselves over completely to this kiss.

It was soft at first, but that didn’t last as Bren opened her mouth and sucked on my bottom lip and traced my mouth with her tongue. I pushed back, using my tongue to demand entrance to her mouth, which she gave me and then I was melting in warm, delicious bliss.

Bren Hendrix knew how to kiss, that was for damn sure.

Everything had been going full speed ahead and then she started pulling back, gentling the kiss and drawing her tongue away.

“Wait,” she said against my lips as I chased her, trying to get back to where we’d been.

“No,” I moaned and that made her chuckle.

“Honey.” Her voice caressed my name, turning it into something completely new and different. “We shouldn’t.”

She moved back from me just enough, but it was like a cold blast of air hit my body.

My eyes went wide and I searched her face for an answer. Why was she stopping the most incredible kiss that had ever been kissed?

“Let’s take a minute and talk,” she said, removing her hands from my sides and touching my shoulder to lead me away from the dance floor.

“No,” I said again, and I could hear the whine in my voice. All I wanted was to go back to kissing her. I’d devote the rest of my life kissing her. Forever. Until my lips fell off.

Bren towed me away from the dance floor and to a corner near the bathroom that was just a little quieter than the rest of the bar.

“We need to talk,” she said.

No, we needed to be making out. I opened my mouth to tell her that, but she spoke first.

“I didn’t mean to kiss you.”

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